whoever she is

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I’m never surprised
to see pain and beauty share
the same DNA

the moment i saw her
she haunted my mind,
a vision in sepia,
with color implied,

and pupils still dancing
in league with her smile
like she was still breathing -
- not frozen in time.

it left me to wonder
what must it be like
to bear such a hunger
and shine such a light?

i wanted to ask her
what lingered inside -
- what flame lit the pilot
that shone in her eyes.

in dreams i still travel
through decades gone by
to beg for an answer
she’ll never confide;

she only informs me
it’s no good to try,
however i chase her,
she’ll never be mine.

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This used to be the Texaco station where I filled up the gas tank when I first started driving. It closed some time ago, and either the owners or the folks in the community opted to turn the old service station structure into a mural. I’m not sure why, but I like it.